Date: Mon, 6 Nov 2017 18:53:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tony Williams
Subject: From Hell to Paradise
From Hell to Paradise
By Tony Williams
I was in hell!
It came as a total surprise. We were sitting in the central square of the
city one sunny spring morning with the air unusually clear of pollution,
flocks of pigeons exploding from the minarets as the muezzins called the
faithful to prayer, cars and trucks honking in frustration, vendors calling
their wares, just another perfectly ordinary Sunday in the capital.
My daughter, Yaminah, which means "light", sat beside me on the bench,
licking an ice cream cone. She had just turned five and already one could
see that she'd grow up to be a beauty, though in a few years, she'd be
hidden behind a veil. Such was the custom.
The crowd in the square, already unusually large, quickly grew thicker and
suddenly everyone was moving in the same direction. I could hear chanting
and began to see placards, most in Arabic but some in English, demanding
democracy and cursing our president and his brutal regime. It looked as
though we'd had selected a spot to sit and enjoy the day, that was right in
the path of a demonstration. Suddenly we heard cries of "Soldiers!" and
the crowd began to run. I heard gunfire and I knew we had to get out of
there immediately. I took hold of Yahminah's hand and pulled her to her
feet. People of all ages were stampeding past us and we started running
with them. Now the gunfire was loud and when a man in front of us fell, I
stumbled over him, falling to the ground. Everything went black.
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When I came to, I was in a cell. I had no idea what time it was or where
my daughter was. I felt panic rising in my throat, but I reasoned that
having been separated from me by the crowd, she'd find her way home to my
wife. I'd soon be released and we'd be reunited. How wrong I was.
She did find her way home. Years later I learned that the next week, my
wife was stopped by the religious police because her veil had slipped and
she'd failed to adjust it. With cries of "Whore!" they beat her with rods
and left her unconscious in the street. Passers-by took her to the
hospital, but she never regained consciousness. My daughter waited for two
days for her mother to come home and then went to a food bank operated by a
British charity. It was a fortunate choice. They took care of her.
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It was two years before I was released without a charge or a word of
apology. In all that time I had no visitors, no mail, no phones allowed.
When I left the prison, the news about my wife and lack of news about my
daughter crushed the life out of me. I also discovered there'd been a
military coup, creating a regime more brutal than that of our hated
president. My house had been trashed by the army and my business had
simply disappeared. I had to start my life over again without my beloved
family. No one had seen or heard of my daughter since that day in the
square. She'd disappeared without trace. I was desolate.
I prayed to Muhammad, listening for some words of comfort, but the universe
was silent so I concluded that Allah, like his prophet, had long since
died. I could no longer pretend to be a Muslim. The months dragged on
with no news, every channel of enquiry coming up empty. I found work and
lived from day to empty day. I suffered from nightmares, dreaming I was
still in solitary confinement and I'd wake up screaming.
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It was an incredible stroke of sheer luck!
I was watching television, a BBC production featuring dogs herding sheep, a
subject the regime deemed to be sufficiently devoid of politics that my
countrymen could safely watch it, between heavily propagandized news
broadcasts. Muslims as a rule are not fond of dogs, regarding them as
vermin, but I knew better. The service dogs at the US embassy impressed
me. The show was set in a small English country town and the camera was
taking establishing shots, panning down the main street and that's when I
saw her! My heart seemed to stop. It was my daughter! She was walking
along the sidewalk, unaware of the camera, getting closer and closer until
I was in no doubt it was her. She ignored the camera and walked out of the
frame. She would now be ten years old, looking more mature, but
unmistakably my missing girl. I scrambled to find pen and paper and wrote
down the name of the town. Nothing else in the documentary gave me any
kind of clue. I called the Red Cross, then sent them a blood sample for
DNA comparison, if they ever found her.
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Within days they succeeded. It was a small town and the number of ten year
old female Muslim refugees in the community was exactly one. They called
me and put her on the phone.
"I'm coming to get you," I said, my heart bursting as she cried with joy.
I quit my job and flew to England. She met me at the train station and
flew into my arms. Her adoptive parents looked on with mixed emotions.
They were savvy enough to know that they couldn't stand between a girl and
her biological father. A week later, after the authorities had checked me
out, they surrendered her to me and we traveled down to London where I'd
rented a flat.
Yaminah's adoptive parents were a progressive couple of atheists who'd been
bringing her up to be a modern English girl. They were appalled to learn
how females were treated in the country of her birth, how they were
regarded as property, to be sold off in marriage at the earliest possible
age, how little freedom they had and how they were regarded as second class
citizens. They taught my daughter to be an independent thinker,
questioning everything, and initiative was encouraged. Religion was
exposed as the delusion it was, freeing her intellect to develop. She was
told that she was as good as any man and better than many. Furthermore she
was taught not to be ashamed of her body. For example, the summer before I
found her, they'd taken a holiday at a naturist resort in the south of
France, spending two happy weeks without a stitch of clothing. She'd loved
it.
I had no intention of returning to my homeland with its fanatical
religiosity and human rights abuses. I applied for asylum on the grounds
that the British press had picked up my story and in subsequent BBC
interviews I'd criticised the regime. If I was to be deported home, I'd be
arrested and shot. Furthermore, my daughter was a British citizen. Asylum
was granted and I was on my own way to citizenship. Given my proficiency
in English, I immediately found work as an Arabic translator for a
department of the government that I can't name, having signed the official
secrets act. They were very happy to employ a victim of the regime and
they gave me a top security clearance. I was making a much better living
than I ever made in my home country.
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It's been a week since she bid a tearful goodbye to her former parents.
Yaminah is now eleven, speaking English without a trace of accent. Her
early promise of beauty has been fulfilled and now there'll be no veil to
hide it.
She gets home from school about an hour before me and she has her own key.
She's required to do her homework immediately so that nothing will
interrupt our evening together. Today, when I arrive, she runs into the
hallway.
"Daddy! Daddy!" I can hear the joy in her voice. She jumps into my arms,
wrapping her legs round my hips, her arms round my neck. She doesn't have
a stitch on.
"And why is my little angel so deliciously naked?" I ask, holding her
tight.
"Because it's too hot." The summer heat wave is in its third week,
temperatures reaching into the thirties every day. "And because I was just
gonna take a shower to cool off. You need to shower too, Daddy." She's
right. My deodorant gave out at about lunchtime and the government offices
where I work are not air conditioned. "Let's shower together." I let her
slide down my body and I sit on a chair to take my shoes off. She kneels
and obligingly squats to unlace them for me, not by virtue of any
servility, but just to be nice. She still has the body of a prepubescent
girl with a flat chest, narrow hips and no pubic hair but there's a kind of
smoldering sexuality lurking behind her apparent innocence. I know that as
a father I shouldn't be regarding her in these terms, but I simply can't
help myself. I excuse my incestuous thinking by reminding myself that for
two years I never saw a female, and prior to arriving in the U.K. the only
adult women I saw were veiled and that I'm simply sex starved.
"Good idea," I say. "It'll save on hot water."
"But we want a cool shower," she corrects me.
"Quite right," I say, standing and letting her lead me into the bathroom.
I hadn't bothered to take a suit jacket to work, given the heat, so all I
have to do is drop my pants, take off my shirt and remove my underpants. I
take my socks off and stand naked in front of her. This isn't the first
time she's seen me undressed. It's hard for two people to live in a small
flat and not bump into each other in various stages of undress so she's now
familiar with my naked body.
"I need to pee," I say.
"Me, too," she says adding, to my surprise, "let's pee in the shower." She
takes my hand and we step into the bathtub. I find the novel idea of us
peeing together to be strangely intimate and my pulse picks up. I pull the
shower curtain closed and turn on the water, adjusting the temperature to a
pleasant coolness. "Go ahead and pee, Daddy." I turn to one side and take
hold of my cock which has started to swell. She pulls on my arm to swivel
me back. "It doesn't matter if you splash me, `cos it'll just wash off."
She puts her arms round my waist and pulls my body to hers, trapping my
cock upright. She looks down at it then smiles up at me. "Go on, let it
go." This is kinda weird, but if this is what she wants, then I'll do it.
I relax my bladder and my pee floods up between our tummies. It feels
almost hot. She laughs and giggles. "This is so nice and naughty, isn't
it, Daddy? I'm peeing too, can you feel it?" I can. It runs down the
thigh that I've pushed between hers. This is far more intimate than any of
the hugging and kissing we do.
"You're a naughty girl, Mina," I say.
"But being naughty is fun. Don't you do naughty things?" I hesitate.
What am I to tell her? That I wank every night? That I like to push a
soapy finger up my arse in the shower?
"Yes, but you'll have to wait to find out what." I take the cake of soap
and lather her shoulders, her back and her bum cheeks. She pushes back in
a provocative way making my cock swell even more. She takes the soap from
me and does my back and my bum, running her hand between my legs so that
her finger tips touch my balls. Then she spins me round and looks down at
my cock which is about half hard. She lathers up her hands and looks up at
me, a mischievous look on her face. She takes hold of me. Her touch is
like an electric shock.
"You shouldn't do that, Mina." I try to keep my voice gentle, but it's
hoarse with lust. My cock rapidly hardens to full erection.
"Oh, don't be an old fuddy duddy. I can see you like it. Look at
Mr. Happy. He's standing to attention. He's awesome!"
"But I'm you father."
"And you love me and I love you and if you like having your cock washed,
why shouldn't I do it?" I know I should push her hand away, but I can't
bring myself to do it. The pleasure is intense.
A cock can probably be washed in less than five seconds, but she's taking
ten, twenty, thirty seconds with no sign of stopping. Let's face it, she's
wanking me off. She looks up at me adoringly.
"This is so fun, Daddy. Are you gonna cum?" She reaches up with her free
hand and directs the water stream away from us.
"What do you know about cumming?" I manage to croak.
"Tell you later. You ARE cumming, aren't you? It's so big and stiff and
the end's swelling up and . . . Ooooh! Look at that! Big blobs of semen
all over my tummy and thighs! Oh, Daddy, that was awesome! You liked it,
didn't you?"
She's a master, or should I say mistress, of understatement. This was the
most intense orgasm of my life, more profound than the night I created her
in my wife's body.
"Of course I liked it, but . . ."
"No `buts', Daddy. I wanna do everything I possibly can to make you happy.
You came to England and found me and now I want to repay you in any way I
can."
"How come you're so familiar with orgasms and semen. Did your former Dad
do anything to you?"
"Oh, no, he was a sweet pussy cat. No, it was books, Daddy. There was a
library in the village and I read all the sex education books they had, and
then there's the internet. I was allowed to surf anything I liked, porn
and stuff, and I don't think there's much you can teach me. Wow look at
me, cum all over my body!" With her palms, she spreads my jism all over
her chest and tummy, then sniffs her hands. I redirect the water so she
can wash my cum off, then she finishes soaping herself, running a hand
between her legs and pushing her middle finger into herself as she smiles
at me.
"I do this in bed at night. It feels so good."
So she masturbates. I confess I feel happy about that. Why shouldn't she
explore her own body and find out how to pleasure herself? All children
should do that.
We step out of the tub and dry ourselves off. I go into my bedroom and she
follows. I find a pair of bright red silk boxers, very expensive, and don
them.
"Dinner time," I announce. "What you gonna wear?"
"An apron," she says, grinning.
"And. . ."
"Nothing else. I like being naked."
No shit! Do I have some kind of little nymphomaniac on my hands?
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After dinner, we're lying on my bed. I'm still in my silk boxers and she's
abandoned the apron. I have to confess she did look cute in it. It was
tiny, with lace round the edge and a little bib that wasn't big enough to
cover her nipples. She'd bought it out of her own pocket money, just to
please me. I hinted that I might buy her a pair of white thigh high
stockings to go with it, giving her a nice slutty French maid look.
Now she's beside me, lying on one hip with her head on my chest and I have
an arm round her shoulders. She teases my nipples with her fingers, then
leans in and nibbles on them. My cock starts to get hard. Looking down
she sees the growing bulge and slowly, tantalizingly, slides her hand down
until it rests on the silk covered protrusion. She squeezes and I go from
mostly hard to absolutely rigid, a big, fat hard salami in my underpants.
"This isn't right," I protest, but my heart isn't in it.
"It's right for me, Daddy. I love your cock. It's magnificent! Don't
stop me." Her cool hand slips inside the fly and grips my shaft and
electric shocks shoot through my abdomen. She pulls it out and slides down
the bed to inspect it closely. "You're circumcised," she notes.
"All Muslims are circumcised. It's part of our religion."
"But you're not a Muslim any more. Can you get your foreskin back?"
"I don't think so. You'll just have to accept my cock like it is."
"Oh, I love it! I absolutely adore it!" She touches it with the tip of
her tongue then closes her lips round the head. Where did she learn this;
from library books? Whatever, she's adept enough to make me feel like I'm
going crazy with lust. She lowers her head, her lips sliding down to where
her little hand grips the base of my shaft. I feel the end of my cock
briefly touch the back of her throat, then she withdraws until her lips
caress the head again, then bobs up and down, masturbating me with her
mouth.
"Oh, my sweet darling," I groan, "you make me feel so good!" She lifts her
head and we make eye contact, and then she whispers words that I know I'll
never forget.
"I want you to cum in my mouth, Daddy." Oh, my God! There can be no
direct pleasure for her in doing this; it must be that she's willing to do
anything to make me happy. Her words send me over the top and I cum like
an exploding star shell, my pulsing cock sending squirts of cum between her
soft lips as her hand milks me, ensuring that she gets the last few drops.
She lifts her head again, and a drop of cum drips from the corner of her
mouth as she swallows. An enormous smile breaks out on her angel face.
"Oh, that was awesome! I like sucking it even more than washing it. Did
you like it?"
"Silly question." I'd never had sex like this before, never even imagined
it. My heart's bursting with love for my darling little Lolita, my preteen
angel, my prepubescent cocksucking daughter and lover. I assure her that I
did.
"Why to men get circumcised?"
"It's a religious thing. It's supposed to demonstrate a covenant with
Allah. It's done shortly after a boy is born but it doesn't serve any
practical purpose."
"It must hurt the babies."
"I was too young to remember. I think it's barbaric, nothing more than
genital mutilation. It ought to be illegal. Religion often makes people
do terrible things and I want you to take a good hard look at the whole
question and decide for yourself what you want to believe. Reason and
logic should dictate your beliefs, not some old book."
"What does the bible say about cocksucking?" she asks with a grin.
"It's silent on the subject."
"So it's not a sin?"
"Making someone happy is never a sin, my sweet, and you just made me very
happy."
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She's making new friends at her new school. One day I arrive to find she's
brought one of them home. She introduces her.
"This is Raven." She couldn't be more inaptly named; she's a beautiful
blue eyed blond English rose. She holds out her hand. "Pleased to meet
you." She shakes my hand.
"You're very pretty." Indeed she is. I assume she's the same age as Mina
but she's a little taller and I can see that beneath her school uniform,
her breasts are beginning to bud.
"Can she stay overnight, Daddy? Her parents say it's okay."
"By all means. You guys can sleep in my big bed and I'll sleep in yours,
Mina. Now, what's for dinner?"
I was looking forward to showering with my little darling and then perhaps
one of her world class blow jobs, but I guess that tonight, it's out of the
question.
They spend most of the evening in my room behind the closed door and I try
to listen but all I hear are laughs and giggles.
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We now have a new routine in which Raven comes to our flat as her parents
don't get home until much later, and she has dinner with us and leaves at
about eight o'clock. I invite her parents for lunch at the weekend.
They're busy professionals who are only too pleased that their daughter is
safely off the streets on weekday afternoons. I now have three new English
friends.
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Today I come home and, assuming the girls are in Mina's room, I strip off
and head for the bathroom. I open the door and there they are together in
the shower.
"Oh, I'm sorry, girls, I'll come back later."
"It's okay, Daddy," Mina calls, "we've finished. You can come in." The
shower curtain slides aside and they step out, beads of water glistening on
their fresh young bodies. For a beat, we all look at each other, polite
smiles on our faces. I see Raven has a tiny wisp of hair on her mound and
her breasts are barely perceptible, but her nipples are big and pink.
"See," says Mina, "I told you he's a hunk. We're not embarrassed to be
naked in this house. Daddy's told me never to be ashamed of my body, isn't
that right, Daddy?"
"It is, my darling. You body's beautiful, yours too, Raven." I step into
the shower and look at them through the transparent curtain as they towel
off. They're in no hurry to leave. My cock starts to get hard so I have
to turn my back on them. I hear them leave and when I've finished, I go
into my room and don a pair of my signature silk boxers, this time in
electric blue. I find the girls in the living room in their white cotton
knickers, looking perhaps even sexier than when they were naked.
We have dinner, still in our underwear, then Raven dresses and leaves.
Mina takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom. I sit on the bed and
watch as she seductively takes her knickers off.
"I know I've been neglecting you lately, Daddy, but now I wanna make it up
to you. Lie on your back." I imagine that she just wants to give me
another blow job, but to my delight, she sits on my face and lets me lick
her delicious little cunt, something I've been fantasising about for some
time. Instead of sucking me off, which would cause me to cum in less than
a minute, she slowly strokes my cock, at about 60 strokes a minute, I'd
guess, which keeps my cock hard without sending me over the edge. I do
everything I know to excite her, my tongue probing her little slit and my
lips sucking on her little bud, until she shudders and falls down on to my
body, having cum. I lift her off and lay her on her back beside me.
"Oh, Daddy, that was awesome!" she breathes, "even better than . . ." She
pauses.
"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to, my love."
"No, I want to, but I told Raven I'd keep it a secret."
"Let me guess. If I'm wrong, tell me, but if I'm right then you won't have
told me. Here we go. Raven is falling in love with you. When you're
alone with her in your bedroom you kiss." She's silent. "You touch each
other in naughty places and you sit on her face like you just sat on mine
and she sits on yours." She smiles. "You play with her nipples and you
whisper endearing things in each other's ears." She still says nothing.
"Frankly, I'd be surprised if you didn't do any of those things, surprised
and disappointed. That's what girls of your age do when their sexual
feeling begin to grow in them and it's perfectly normal and a very good
thing. Don't worry about growing up gay or straight, you don't get to
decide that, and either or both is okay. I confess I've sucked a few cocks
in my time, especially when I was your age. It's fine." Her eyebrows go
up.
"You've sucked cocks?" She giggles. "Oh, I never knew I had such a
naughty Daddy. I'm so glad you're not mad at me."
"I'm far from mad, in fact, you'll notice that my cock is still hard and
that's just from thinking about you and Raven alone together, arousing and
satisfying each other. The whole idea is a huge turn on for me. The more
intimate you and Raven become, the more excited I'll get. There are no
boundaries, nothing too extreme that you and she can do, as long as you
both consent to it."
"But I'm not sure that I love Raven. I feel guilty that I'm betraying you
when she and I make love."
"You're not betraying me. Your love for me is different from your love for
her. If you find yourself falling in love with her, just let it happen.
My only regret will be that I won't be there to see it, to share in the
wonderful experience."
"I wouldn't mind if you were there."
"But Raven would."
"I suppose so. But she does fancy you. She's always saying how sexy you
look in your silk boxers and what a hunk you are."
"When I get home tomorrow, why not join me in my room and we'll see what
happens."
"Oh, Daddy, you're so understanding. That's why I love you so much, and now
I'm gonna make you happy all over again."
She slides down the bed, grips my rigid cock, puts her lips round it and
sends me to heaven, lifting her head just in time to receive half a dozen
squirts of thick, creamy cum all over her face. She smiles and licks all
that her tongue can reach.
"I learned on the internet that guys like to cum on girls' faces."
"They do, my darling, they do!"
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We're in my bedroom, all three of us. I'm lying on my back watching the
girls as they slowly undress. They're fully aware of how excited that
makes me because my erect cock is signaling my interest. Raven giggles,
slightly embarrassed, but takes her lead from Mina who, as you know, is not
in the least bit shy.
We've had a conversation in which Mina tells Raven that I've guessed what
they do behind closed doors and that not only do I permit it, I thoroughly
approve of their sexual adventures. Raven is a bit taken aback at first,
but soon gets used to the idea that I'm party to everything and that from
now on, I might even be present as they explore their sexuality.
Naked, they lie on either side of me, eyeing the bulge in my boxers,
tonight an eye-watering bright turquoise. Mina runs her fingers through
the hairs on my chest, then her hand moves lower and grips my cock through
the silk.
"Are you ready to see my Daddy's cock?" she asks. Raven nods her head
vigourously. Mina fishes it out of my fly. "Look at this beauty!" she
gushes, "Isn't it awesome!"
"It's bigger than my Dad's," says Raven.
"You've seen his cock when it's hard?" asks Mina incredulously. "Does he
let you touch it?"
"That's a secret. I promised him I'd never tell anyone." In my mind that
confirms that he does. Bravo, Dad!
"Watch this," Mina says, sliding down the bed, leaning over me and taking
my cock in her mouth. Raven looks on, a smile on her face. She doesn't
seem at all shocked to see her friend sucking her Daddy's cock. Perhaps
it's a familiar scene to her. Mina comes up for air. "Your turn," she
says, relinquishing my cock and without a second's hesitation, Raven has
her lips round me, doing marvelous things with her tongue. It's clear to
me she's done this before.
""Oh, Raven, you're sending me to heaven," I groan.
"Don't let him cum," says Mina. "or it'll be all over and he won't enjoy
watching us."
"Watching us do what?" asks Raven, lifting her head.
"You know, all the things we do when we're alone."
"You want him to watch?"
"I know he wants to and I'll do anything to make him happy. Go on, don't
be shy. You did say he's a hunk and that you fancy him. Let go of his
cock, climb over him and do what you do best."
Oh ,my God! I'm about to watch my darling daughter have sex with another
sweet little nymphet. This is going to be about the most memorable thing
I've ever seen. Mina lies on her back, her legs spread, her fingers laced
behind her head as Raven lands on top of her, kisses her briefly on the
lips then slides down her body until her face is right above her sweet
little cunt.
"Lick me, Raven! Lick me like you did last night. Oh, your tongue is
driving me crazy! Look, Daddy, Raven is eating my cunt!" I've never heard
her use that word in such a context before and even that sound alone is
enough to thrill me, but the sight of her adorable playmate with her face
between Mina's legs almost sends me over the top. My daughter is thrusting
her hips upwards and digging her fingers in Raven's scalp.
"Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!" she cries, between gasps for breath. "Suck my
clit, my darling! Oh, my God, I love you, I love you!" I have an urgent
desire to find my phone to record this amazing love making, but I can't
tear myself away. Raven is using her tongue and her fingers, two of them
inserted deep into Mina's dripping cunt, thrusting and twisting, working
hard to bring my girl to a climax and sure enough, less than a minute
later, Mina lets out a loud cry and slumps back, her face bright red, her
eyes closed, her chest heaving.
"I made you cum again, didn't I?" Raven claims proudly. "You're so easy.
Just a little lick and some finger and you're over the top. Now, do it to
me!" Mina doesn't waste any time. In a flash she rolls Raven on to her
back and sits on her face, then leans forward to bury her own face between
the gates of heaven. From my angle, I can't quite see what's going on down
there, but I can picture it and I'm doing my best not to cum hands-off, so
intense is my arousal.
Raven cums, about as quickly as Mina did and they resume their positions
either side of me. I put my arms round their shoulders.
"It's such a thrill to watch you guys eating pussy. Look at my cock, it's
still like an iron bar. NO! Don't touch it! I'm an inch away from
cumming."
"Daddy, I wanna watch you sucking a cock," Mina announces.
"You like to suck cocks too?" Raven asks, astonished.
"He told me he does," Mina says, "and anyway, I've looked at his internet
history. I've seen those porn sites he likes with young men and their
stiff dicks, fucking and sucking each other. It's obvious you're bisexual,
Daddy, just like we are. I think it's great that you like to suck a cock,
just as much as I do. Meanwhile, I think Raven should sit on your face and
finish you off, but not until I've found your phone and . . . oh, here it
is, in your pants' pocket. Go on, Raven, put that magnificent cock deep in
your mouth and make him cum. It tastes okay, believe me." I can sense the
flash going off. "Oh, what a lovely sight, my Daddy being sucked off by
the girl I love! Cum for us, Daddy! Cum in her mouth!" Raven lifts her
head.
"And tomorrow, he can fuck us, okay?" she asks just as I shoot my load all
over her lovely face.
"Yes! Yes!" Mina cries.
I'm in Paradise.
The end